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The woman was lousy at breaking bad news.
She glanced at her hubby hopping from one newspaper story to the next. No help there.
She’d kissed many frogs. This one too much and, despite their incompatibility, mother insisted they marry to preserve the reputation of the family name.
Alice reluctantly climbed the stairs, knocked gently on the bedroom door, and entered.
Mother lowered her book. Looked at Alice over the top of her glasses.
‘Sorry, mother, we’re out of Earl Grey.’
The old witch sighed, jabbed a gnarled finger toward the bearer of bad tidings.
Alice hopped from the room.